"Do not go gentle into that good night-"
"Good night?"
"It means death, little Cheadle-"
"Before you die, you mustn't be as quiet as a wisp of smoke. You must roar! You must burn!"
Her father's voice gradually became deafening.
Those memories that had rotted at the bottom of her heart suddenly passed before Cheadle's eyes and gave her a long, deep look.
"So what exactly was the kid trying to say?"
After listening to Dio's message, Biscuit asked in confusion.
But no one was in the mood to answer her question. Everyone had realized exactly what Dio's words meant, and they all turned toward Cheadle, one of the people involved.
"He said he'd find another way out. It's that simple."
Unexpectedly, Cheadle's voice was cool and calm, as though she hadn't heard anything in the latter part of the recording.
"Uh-"
Biscuit's words caught in her throat. She wanted to say something, but stopped.
Because Cheadle was already activating her ability.
Rustle-
The [Yorkshire Registrar] appeared out of thin air. Pages rustled as Cheadle calmly wrote something in it.
"Oh?"
Pariston seemed to have spotted something interesting. He suddenly folded his arms and watched Cheadle with keen interest.
"Killing intent-"
Silva, who had remained silent the entire time, suddenly raised his head, his catlike pupils contracting slightly.
Through the lens of his assassin's instincts, Biscuit had originally been the only person present who posed a threat to his life. That meant, at the very least, that none of the others could kill him.
Of course, the mysterious Pariston was an exception. Judging by his martial skills, his combat strength was clearly nothing special, yet there was something faintly incomprehensible about him.
But after Cheadle scribbled furiously in the book she had summoned-
Her aura changed, becoming extremely threatening and